Memories of Mamaw by Bob Kern

The Deadly Claws of Dementia Strike Every Family!
Everybody Knows Someone Who Has Lost a Loved One to this Unforgiving Disease.
This is the first hand experiences of the author as he recalls the effects of this deadly disease after spending every day for nearly three years visiting his beloved grandmother as she was overtaken by the demon known as dementia.

˃˃˃ Travel Down Memory Lane as the Author recalls Heartwarming Memories
Feel the love the author felt growing up with his amazing grandmother a central part of his life .

˃˃˃ Share in the Anguish When the Battle with Dementia Finally Ends
A terrible loss suffered by so many people who have been impacted by this disease. A disease that’s harder on the family than the victim because they are forced to helplessly watch as it steals a persons memories, and then their very being, before claiming their life.

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I wanted to share what I went through when I lost my grandmother to this horrible disease.

Book Sample
This made the decision a little easier for Mom. I shouldn’t say easier, because there is nothing easy about having to decide on something this serious. But Mom didn’t want to put her through the surgery and the recovery. It was more important to her, and to all of us, that Mamaw be kept comfortable her remaining time. Dementia was already taking her from us. Why make her fight another demon? Mamaw was returned to the nursing home none the wiser, and we went about things just like we had before this heavy news.
Mamaw had the same issues with this cast as she’d had with her broken leg, and was continually forgetting what had happened to her arm.
“Why’s this thing on my arm?”
“You broke your arm, Mamaw.”
“I did? Why did I do that?”
“It was an accident, Mamaw. You were out for a walk and slipped and fell. You broke your arm. Does it hurt?”
“No, not really. Did they have to put this big, heavy thing on it?”
“Yes they did, Mamaw. They don’t want you to hurt it again while the bone heals.”
“OK, sweetie. It really is heavy, though. Look, I can’t lift my arm up.”
“I know, Mamaw. Don’t do that. You need to just leave it down until it heals.”
“OK, honey, if you say so.”
I would have similar conversations with her multiple times a day, every day of the week, until the cast was removed.
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